My Mysterious Girl

Now Swap

I let Amy sleep in, I make breakfast and go to the little at home gym in the back of my house. Like me, my granddad was a fan of working out so that's why we have one.
After an hour I shower and get dressed.

"Morning." Amy says as she sits up. I smile at her as I pull my top down and straighten it out.

"Morning, how are you feeling?" I ask.

"Better, thanks for letting me stay." She says.

"My pleasure." I say as I lay on the bed and shake my head. Amy squeals as drops hit her and we chuckle. 

"Thanks but I'd prefer a proper shower." She says as she wipes her face.
"Sure." I say. "What do you want to do later?" I ask.

"Take your advice." She says. I give her a confused look. "I own the storage place for the band, I'm getting my things from it, including my instruments." She says. I chuckle and give her a high five.

"Don't the others own them?" I ask.

"They are all in my name, as far as the law is concerned they are all mine, although I didn't pay." She says. I smirk and Amy has a shower.

We snack and after Amy gets a few things from her place while her mum is at work we get ready and head to the storage unit. We load my car with everything inside it and lock it up again. We drive back and put the things in the garage.
I mess around with one of the guitars while Amy plays some bass.

"Not half bad." Amy says. 

"I could say the same about you." I say. "Now swap." I add.

Reluctantly, Amy hands me her bass and I pass her the guitar. I was quite bad but Amy is not as bad as I thought.

"See." I say. Amy smiles and we keep playing.

"It's actually quite good." She says. "I like it." She adds. I smile.

"I'm glad. Anyway I agree other than the fact it hurts my fingers." I say. She pouts and puts her guitar down.

"Here." She says and kisses my fingertips. I smile and kiss her properly. I move to her neck and she lightly moans.

"I love you." She moans quietly. I stop my assault on her neck and look her in the eyes as her cheeks redden.

"Say that again." I say.

"Harry..." She trails off.

"Amy, say it again." I say. 

"I love you." She says and I instantly kiss her. She kisses back and I lightly push her against the wall.

"I love you too." I say. She moans and we continue our make out. We go upstairs and roll around in my bed.

"Harry?" Amy asks breathlessly.

"Yeah?" I ask and kiss her neck. She moans until there is an unwelcome ring of a phone.

"No." Amy says and pouts. I give her a small smile and she picks up her phone. "Hello?" She asks.

"Harry's." She says and smiles at me.

"No mum, I'm busy and I'm not really in the mood of helping you." She spits.

"Find someone else. Ask your ex, he figured it out so can you." She says and hangs up.

"Amy, what happened?" I ask and gently kiss her jaw. She lowers her head and nestles it into my neck.

"She needs help, she is running her own business and I have a natural inclination for it so I usually help. When I told her I was kicked out of the band she was happy because I can focus on a real future." She says. "I want music to be my future. Not business." She says.

"Have you told her?" I ask.

"Of course I have. I told my parents together. Only my dad was supportive." She says and trails off.

Noticing the tension rise I wrap my arms around her and we cuddle in the bed.

"I love you." I say quietly. Amy looks up at me with tired yet bright eyes and she smiles. She rests her head back on my chest and shuffles closer to me.

"I love you too." She says. I smile and we relax for a while.

"Why do you hate your dad?" I ask. She frowns.

"He replaced me. Well, our whole family. He had two lives. We were not good enough." She says and sighs. "It is my fault really. I was an accident so my parents were forced together. If I was never born he could have just left her. Then there wouldn't be so much pain on both sides." She says quietly. I hold her jaw and kiss her deeply.

"But then you couldn't be here, with me, and you wouldn't have made a band that makes people happy. And when you become a famous musician you'll do that on a bigger scale." I say and kiss her again. "That's no fault." I say. She nods and we cuddle some more.

"I think I might talk to him. My dad." She says.

"Ok, whatever you want to do I'll support you." I say. She nods and we stay there, until we drift off.